The Necromancer's Delight

[NixNox]

I woke up feeling a pain in my head. Everything was fuzzy until I remembered what had happened, someone had hit me over the head. I tried to move my arms and stand up, but I found I couldn't. As my vision began to clear, I saw I was tied down on a stone table in the middle of a graveyard. Panicking, I looked around and saw her: Drusilla Nightbane, the infamous necromancer! She must have done this, I must be a sacrifice for her dark rituals. As panic sets in she shushes me, saying "it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you.".

She raised her hand, creating an ominous purple light as she cast her spell. Hands broke through the surface of the ground, dragging behind them zombies. All of them were women and all of them almost certainly were beautiful in life, but now their flesh is marred by filth and decay. At first I thought they were going to eat me, but when I saw the dripping wetness between their legs I realized they were going to satisfy a different sort of hunger. Sensing my trepidation, Drusilla produced a vial of pink fluid "This will help" she laughed as she forced me to swallow the sickly-sweet potion. As the potion took effect, the zombies grew nearer, and I grew harder.

[IsabellaRose]

As Drusilla watched with a wicked grin, her fingers slipping into her own wetness, the zombies surrounded the stone table, their hungry eyes fixed on their prey. They moved with a sense of hunger and purpose. The stench of decay and something sweeter, more pungent, filled the air as they leaned over him, their mouths watering.

One zombie, her face a mask of rotting flesh with hollow eye sockets and a nearly full head of matted, blonde hair, leaned down and took him into her mouth. Her lips, though cracked, were still capable of forming a tight seal around him. Her tongue, black and swollen, flicked out, tasting and exploring with a fervor that was almost violent. Her yellow, chipped teeth occasionally scraped against his skin, drawing out a mix of pain and arousal. She sucked and licked like she would pull sustenance from his cock, head bobbing fervently, a flap of skin flapping obscenely every time she moved up or down.

Another zombie, her body more intact but with holes through flesh and muscle that revealed bone below, joined in. She licked up his shaft with a tongue that protruded too far, as if it had been detached at the base, and then licked up over his waist, across his stomach, onto his pecs, teasing a nipple between blackened, rotted teeth. The blonde zombie continued sucking his cock and took him even deeper, her throat working as she swallowed him down. The wet sounds of her mouth grew louder, more obscene, as she sucked and licked, her head moving in a frenzied rhythm, the flap of skin slapping audibly against her own face. A third zombie climbed up onto the table and moved to straddle him.

The blonde zombie pulled up off of his cock and moved to his face, her cracked lips pressing against his. She leaned in, her mouth finding his in a kiss that was both hungry and grotesque. Her tongue invaded his mouth, tasting and exploring, her breath hot and putrid against his face. The zombie straddling him lowered herself onto him, her decaying pussy pressing against his cock. She ground against him, her movements jerky and unnatural, but filled with a hungry intent. She leaned forward, her hands gripping his chest, nails digging into his flesh as she rode him, her movements growing more frenzied, more desperate.

The second zombie, moved away from his nipple and back downward. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick and suck at his balls beneath the zombie insatiably riding him. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue working in a frenzied rhythm as she took first one, and then the other into her mouth, sucking and licking with a hunger that was almost feral.

The combined efforts of the three zombies were a symphony of wet, sucking, slurping sounds, their mouths and tongues working in a frenzy of unnatural hunger. Their bodies pressed against him, their cold, decaying flesh a stark contrast to the heat building within him. Drusilla let out a moan, her fingers moving faster as she watched the horrifying, arousing scene unfold. She continued touching herself as she watched the zombies continue their hungry feast, their movements growing more wild and desperate.

[NixNox]

The rotting breath and slimy saliva of the zombified woman kissing me and the cold undead pussy riding me should have disgusted me, but I'd never felt so alive. I don't know if it was that strange potion the witch fed me or some raw animal instinct, but I didn't care, the decrepit corpse women were like heaven to me. All I could do was please them and be pleased in return.

I felt a brief disappointment when the zombie at my mouth pulled her face away, but it was replaced by a further ecstasy when she roughly shoved her sodden pussy onto my face. I couldn't help myself, I licked fervently like a man possessed. Her juices tasted of rot and decay, but in that moment it was the finest ambrosia to me; I could not get enough, driving my tongue ever deeper as I sank into depravity. 

As she came in my face, filling my mouth with her vile fluids, I drank deeply and greedily and I didn't last much longer. I found my hands moving of my own accord, pulling my zombie mate down on my cock, getting it as deep into her as possible before I came into her. I came harder than I thought possible, the zombie giving a guttural moan as we shared our orgasm.

I was only dimly aware of Drusilla's approach as I came down from that exquisite orgasm, that is, until I felt her lips on mine. Softer than silk they felt as she kissed me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. "Now it's my turn" she said softly

[IsabellaRose]

Drusilla straddled him, her warm, gripping pussy enveloping his cock with a wet, sucking sound. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and erect, glistening with sweat. She leaned down, her lips finding his in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth, tasting and exploring, her breath hot and sweet. She rode him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her hips grinding against his, her pussy clenching and unclenching around him, drawing out each stroke, each thrust.

As she continued to ride, she reached out, her hand gripping the hair of the zombie who had just come in his face. She pulled the zombie up, her lips finding the zombie's in a hungry, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, their mouths moving in a frenzied rhythm, their breaths mingling, their moans filling the air. Drusilla's hips never stopped moving, her pussy gripping and releasing his cock.

Her moans grew louder, her kisses with the zombie more passionate, her movements more frenzied. She broke away from the zombie, her lips finding his once more, her body moving faster, her pussy gripping him tighter. She came with a cry, her body shaking, her pussy spasming over and over, breasts heaving with her deep breathing. She looked down into his eyes, her gaze possessive as she slid off of his cock.

"Don't think we're done yet, lover," she said with a wicked grin. "That potion will keep you standing at attention for hours, and every one of my zombies needs your seed."

As she said that, the zombie women moved closer, rotting, desiccated flesh sliding over his very alive nudity, gripping his cock, stroking him with obvious intent.